A Korean-American Princess 2

I want to say something to her. I want to tell her she's beautiful. I want to tell her that I want her?

How vulgar! As far as I was concerned, she was a princess, far removed from me, a mere peasant boy?

I don't know.

I thought she pointed at me to her friends. I wasn't sure, but I was afraid of meeting her. I guess I was afraid of being rejected.

THEN: a group of teenagers from church was invited to her house for a Saturday get-together. This was the perfect chance to meet her. I hairsprayed my hair. I washed my face. I tried to look as nice as possible.

BUT when I arrived at the house, I really didn't know what to say to her. We ate some snacks and the watched Grease II. I heard her talking a few times, but did not say anything to her. She seemed like a normal teenager with nothing important to say.

Was I disappointed in her? BUT I hardly knew her.

Later, I found out that my brother had dated her older sister. I no longer wanted to get to know her. Was not interested.

BUT what was it about her beauty that obsessed me. It was like I was in love with her face and body and nothing else. Every earthly trait from her made me think less of her. I wanted her to be a real fucking princess with noble and poetic things to say.

If she would act in a way befitting her KAP status!

I know, I know... I was being incredibly childish.

Years later, my cousin Jack (name changed) and I
had a few beers together. I brought up the idea of calling her up. He agreed.

He had a crush on her too. She had written him a note before she left his church. He had spent days trying to read the parts that had been erased and written over.

He called and started to speak to her: